The Children (I See No Home)

I'm a child of the moon Raised into white forests My skin is smothered My eyes are sheltered I don't know how to walk through the ocean My land is made of all the saints I choose to pray Covered by branches I lost all that I found (All the mothers sing through my I see no home(Oh!) I feel no warmth in this kingdom(Oh!) I see no home now I see no home(Oh!) I feel no warmth in this kingdom(Oh!) I see no home now I see no home(Oh!) I feel no warmth in this kingdom(Oh!) I see no home now